[Ali is correct, it would be strange of him to not complain. Concord almost voices as much, makes a jab of it, but Ali's hands are on his chest. That swiftly becomes the most forward thought in his mind, pushing away anything else. At first, he bends his arms to press into those searching palms, but then realizes it's better to simply arch his back. Ali's cock is rest about as deep as it could reach and the angle is only improved by a bit of bending forward.

Each heavy breath Concord takes in only fills Ali's hands further. Never would have Concord thought he'd find pleasure having his pecs groped, yet here he is. He wants Ali to grip and flick and grope at him. All that built up muscle was for practical survival, not vanity... then here Ali changes that, makes Concord grateful his human form was so built because it's so pleasing to be played with like this.

He can compose himself a bit to tease back, squiring though he may be himself. Yes, he'd be thinking about this. He'd been thinking about all this. Ever night that week he probably stroked off just to get by. He won't want to settle for that now that he knows this could be what he's getting off to, instead]

Telling on yourself, Ali? You would be thinking just the same... you lack the stern expression I have. People would be able to read your face...